I'd like to take a second to thank my reviewers, Exia, Angelle, and boxter

I'd like to take a second to thank my reviewers, Exia, Angelle, and boxter. Thank you so much guys; the time you take out to write that review really helps me, because it keeps me motivated.

Also, do you guys like the letter format? What I think I'll do is offset letter chapters with normal chapters until everyone gets together. What do you think?

Well, enjoy…

It was Sunday morning, seven o'clock. Most students would be sleeping, or working on an essay, but Lucius Malfoy was certainly not most students. Instead, he was zipping around the quidditch pitch on his Silver Arrow.

Dive, roll, swerve, duck, drop, shoot.

This had become something of a routine. A few weeks ago, he had written to his father, saying he had decided to be a chaser. The next day, he had received a package carried by twenty owls, which ended up being traditional quaffles, resistance quaffles, running quaffles, and weighted quaffles, the heaviest of which was fifty pounds.

Dive, roll, swerve, duck, drop, shoot.

This had now become routine. Each morning he would get up early to practice, the October chill nipping at him throughout the flight. It bit his cheeks, chapped his lips, mussed his hair… By the time he'd come back in, it would look like he had a violent romp session with some passionate mistress.

Dive, roll, swerve, duck, drop, shoot.

But this was not so. No, the young Malfoys only mistress was Quidditch, for the moment. The flight and the game filled him with such excitement, such terror, such thrills that it had become addictive. It was like-

"Lucy! Get down here right now!"

It was certainly not like Bella screaming, that was for sure.

"Lucius! Did you hear me? I said get down here right this instant!"

He ignored her for a moment, continuing with the routine, until he got an idea. He smirked slightly, then started his routine again.

Dive.

He plummeted like a stone, falling and falling, coming straight at Bella at the speed of a freight train. She just stood there, waiting for him to pull up, waiting and waiting and waiting until he could see the whites of her eyes, her pupils, and-

She screamed like a banshee, and dropped to the ground. He stopped, inches from where she would have been standing. He raised a thin eyebrow, looking down at her in amusement. "I'm sorry Bella, didn't you need something?"

She scrambled to her feet, glaring at him furiously. "Well, I suppose I won't tell you then," she said, wrinkling her nose as she turned to walk away.

"Alright, alright, what is it?" he hopped off his broom.

She turned, still irritated. "Walden says he needs to talk to you." Lucius laughed, amused.

"Is that all you needed, then? Why were you so frantic?" he questioned, summoning the quaffles to their respective cases.

"Well," she huffed. "I need to get ready for the Halloween Feast tomorrow, and I don't have time to run all your silly errands."

The eldest of the trio gave Bellatrix that confused, blank sort of look men tend to give women when they don't quite comprehend their rituals and customs. "It's… tomorrow, though."

"Exactly!" the brunette called back, already heading for the castle. Lucius quickly levitated the quaffle cases and ran after her.

After a few minute, they had arrived at the common room. The young Malfoy, still thoroughly confused, parted ways with his companion, shaking his head as he trudged up the stairs. He opened the door to his dormitory, directing the cases under his bed, and his broom to its reverent post on the display rack above his dresser. Flopping on his four-poster, he indulged himself in a few moments of relaxation before cleaning up and changing. Wiggling around until he faced Walden's bed, the blonde threw a stray chocolate frog at the curtains. "Needed to talk, mate?"

The boy in question parted his curtains and sighed. "My brother's marrying over the Christmas break."

"Which one?" Lucius questioned, eyebrows knitted together.

"Thomas," he said glumly, face in his hands.

"So why's that so bad? I thought he was dating that French Veela? If she's anything like Mrs. Black, she's gotta be a real knock-out," Lucius said, turning over to better address his friend.

"Right, well, problem is, he isn't. He told us that to keep us satisfied, but in reality, he's dating some filthy half-blood," he spat. Lucius sat up, fully alert now.

"You're kidding. You've gotta be," he said, silver eyes wide with shock. "Your brother can't be that stupid."

"Yeah, well, he is, alright? Ruined three centuries of positively pristine blood, because he's a bloody idiot with his head in the clouds! How could he be that selfish?! How could he be so self-serving?! He was always the nice one, the generous one, and then he ruins us! Ruins the whole family!" Walden was absolutely fuming, dark eyes on fire with untamed fury.

"Well, could be worse," the Chaser-in-training offered tentatively. "It could be a mudblood."

"That's true," the brunette admitted, running his hands through his hair, absentmindedly.

"Are you going to the wedding?" Lucius asked, changing his clothes, not bothering to wash up. Walden snorted with disdain.

"Hell no, are you kidding? My family would never. I imagine that we'll still let him be part of the family, though. I feel sorrier for her."

"I would too," his fellow agreed, tugging on some black trousers. "Your family probably won't invite her to anything, or their kids."

"Yeah, well, that's the price they pay, I suppose," Walden sighed in resignation. "Let's go get some breakfast, I'm starving." His companion nodded in agreement, smoothing his hair with a little water before going to the Great Hall.

The two filled their plates with bacon, pancakes, syrup, sausage, and a few pieces of toast, chatting amiably about school, courses, and how they couldn't wait for the end of the year. It was in the midst of their conversation that Bella came and sat next to Walden, putting some eggs and fruit on her plate. "Heard about your brother," she said quietly. "Sorry."

"Aren't we all," he answered bitterly, taking a swig of pumpkin juice. "Keep it quiet." She nodded meekly, nibbling on a bit of melon. At that moment, Rodolphus plopped down next to her, heaping his plate full of a little everything. He muttered a quick morning greeting to the table before digging into his small mountain of breakfast food.

In a minor blizzard of feathers and paper, the post came for that morning. After all, owl post doesn't abide to the 'no deliveries on Sunday' rule. Each one of the four got their customary letters, to which they would reply to that evening, and Rodolphus, as well as Lucius, got the Prophet delivery. Lucius gave the bird five knuts and a piece of sausage before shooing it off, leaving his mail untouched. Rodolphus however, took a quick gulp of pumpkin juice before breaking out the paper. He quickly sputtered, nearly choking, before swallowing quickly and coughing. The other three looked at him questioningly, while Walden, who had already finished his meal, opened Lucius's copy. He, too, gaped at the cover, before handing it to Lucius. The headline read:

The Perfect Security System: Black Family Keeping Dragons!

Below this fantastic headline was a half page picture of Narcissa on broomstick, flying with her rather large pet. The two swirled around each other, ducking, pulling back, and circling each other. Narcissa, for her part, looked positively delighted, laughing wildly, her long blonde mane whipping in the wind behind her. The dragon, which really was a rather outstanding specimen, looked quite happy too, that is, if dragons could look happy. Even The Prophet seemed to agree:

Everything seemed to be relatively quiet in the countryside northeast of Little Hangleton. Appearances, however, can be deceiving. On the grounds of the Black Family Manor (Cygnus branch), animal corpses were turning up, several trees had been burned, and people nearby occasionally reported sightings of a large, dark shape gliding overhead. According to reliable sources, this has been happening since the beginning of October, and due to all of the reports, the Ministry saw it fit to investigate Black Manor, not necessarily because they felt the Blacks responsible, but because on the nine hundred square acres of land that comprises the Black estate, something could easily hide itself. Once the investigation began, however, officials soon found what they never dreamed about. Amongst all of the other magical wonders on the property, Ministry officials found a juvenile dragon, specifically, a thirty-two foot male Hebridean Black. Experts estimate the animal will be forty-five feet long when it is fully grown.

Though the family at first seemed to have no knowledge of the animal, when the officials present began to talk about taking it to a dragon preserve in Romania or Spain, their youngest daughter, Narcissa, admitted to hatching and raising the beast. Miss Black is only nine (to turn ten in December), and for such a young girl to care for a dragon so well is a wonder in and of itself, according to experts on the subject of dragon hatching. When dragon handlers attempted to remove the animal, Miss Black became extremely distraught, and the animal became hostile to handlers, burning one and nearly maiming another. As a compromise, the handlers suggested that the Blacks declare a portion of their estate a dragon preserve, and their daughter could take an exam to officially certify herself as a dragon handler. The family readily agreed, and dedicated three hundred acres on the spot. The following morning, young Narcissa passed the handlers exam with flying colors, making her the youngest dragon handler in history. When reporters asked her for a comment, Miss Black simply said "I'm just happy to keep Charcoal.". When Cygnus Black was asked for his thoughts on the matter, he smiled and said: "Some children keep dogs, or cats, or owls, but my daughter likes to keep dragons. An extraordinary animal for an extraordinary girl. I think it's rather fitting." The publicist for the Blacks said that the family plans to purchase another five hundred acres of land in order to add several more dragons to the property, and may begin a breeding program. We at the Prophet wish the Black family the best in all of their extraordinary endeavors.

Lucius chuckled to himself. Yes, it was rather fitting. Narcissa certainly was a very extraordinary girl. Lucius finished his pumpkin juice, picked up his mail, and left his plate half-full at the table. Before he did anything, it was certainly necessary to congratulate little Cissy on her dragon handling abilities.